Virginity

She sits on the chair,
At the head of the table.
She sits on the chair,
Willing and able.

He sits upon the table,
A fair distance away.
Anything but able,
Palms sweating, afraid.

In a few hours it'll be over for good,
But will it go as well as it could?
Did I perform okay?
Was it meant to be that way?

Am I doing it right?
Should it be more of a fight?
Should I pull on your hair?
Is that supposed to go there?

And when the deed is over and done,
He thinks to himself "Is this supposed to be fun?"

The first time is usually the worst.
But you've got plenty more chances before you're taken off in a
hurse.